Friday, December 9, 2011

#34 Of reflections One cold wind

I wrote this when I was in the eighth grade
after learning how fast life can change.

One cold wind
By Mary K. Mennenga

Love is as delicate as a flower
In the fall
One cold wind 
Could destroy it all
Unless
The same seed
Has taken root 
In two different heart's 
It will always
Be there 

6 comments:

Karen said...

Hard lessons learned early. It's a lovely poem though.

Mary K. Mennenga said...

Yes learned many too young! Thanks.

Kim @ Stuff could... said...

Talented is what I see....yes the cold wind is tough to take (life is fragile)

Mary K. Mennenga said...

That's so nice of you to say! Yet we persevere, and in many cases dare I say some even thrive!

Have Myelin? said...

You sure were insightful at that age.

Mary K. Mennenga said...

Have Myelin
Learning what love isn't was the key. Thanks and have great day;-)